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... reets of Arles faded into memory, he felt it — deep in his bones. Something had changed.
He didn’t emerge from that encounter as a master of color, nor a conqueror of canvas. No. What he felt was... quiet. Like someone who’d just seen a truth too heavy to explain.
He didn’t just learn techniques. He felt them. Lived them. Bled through them.
The soul of art had already etched itself into him. He had walked with the legends and painted with the mad. He had felt joy, agony, ...
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